First off, I apologize to my friends and roleplay partners who've been left hanging. Any desire to cancel old threads is completely understandable.

I've been struggling with a serious health issue the past several months. There was a long period where things would seem to improve only to relapse, delaying things further. All that aside, just wanted to let people know I'm around again and to contact me via PM or Trillian - ironsoldier, if anyone wants to get things going again.

It was faint, and there was a moment where Spider wasn’t sure she was hearing what she thought she was hearing. It was impossible to be sure over the roar of the crowd, as the huddled masses tried to cheer Zoey on, wasting their disgusting breath in the effort. But as she went on and pressed even hard, she grew more and more certain of her suspicion.

Zoey was crying.

Spider smirked, then giggled, then threw her head back with a full laugh. This was so much more than she could’ve hoped for. She expected to take Zoey apart, but she didn’t know it would be enough to bring the little tart to tears.

”Are you serious? You’re seriously crying?” Spider blurted, barely able to speak between chuckles. ”It’s a surfboard. It barely even qualifies as a submission hold!” She lifted Zoey up, only to press down against with her leg to slam the redhead down.

She wasn't full-on crying, but the tears and sniffing paired with her soft voice becoming shakey was enough for most to tell she wasn't having a good time. Zoey tried to hide her face against the mat, but couldn't stop herself from begging for release, her poor shoulders burning with very concentrated pain. Submission holds were a long way from her favourite place to be, where her terrible lack of physical strength shows through.

Being lifted up off the mat presented her face to the audience close to that side of the ring, giving them a good view of the newbie's tears. Seeing them still cheering her on even after that made her feel better, that at least they still thought she had a chance. However, it didn't do much for the pain, especially when Spider's foot slammed her face back against the canvas and just about dislocated her arms. Another loud, shakey scream came out of Zoey's mouth, her eyes opening wide.

Her feet kicked weakly at the air, but there wasn't much she could do like this besides wait for Kikuchi to let go. Her arms weren't strong enough to yank themselves out of her opponent's tight grip, and she was too scared to move her torso lest she break something in her shoulders. She just remained there, squirming and wiggling under the Spider's foot.

Every bit as vicious and bloodthirsty as her namesake, Spider was sure to wring Zoey for all that she could get. She twisted the wrist, making sure to bend as many bones as possible. She twisted her heel around, digging into the meat of the redhead’s back, ensuring there would be pain to remember her by for many nights to come.

It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. But it was a start.

After a few moments passed, she let go of Zoey’s wrists and contemptuously tossed them down. Stepping - no, sashaying to her opponent’s side, she tossed her hair back and dropped down on Zoey’s back, sitting between her shoulders. She reached over, grabbed two handfuls of red hair, and lifted her head up for the camera.

”Not having a good day, huh?” Spider brought her mouth to Zoey’s ear and whispered her way, along with a quick lick, savoring the taste of sweat and fear. ”I can end it, you know? All you have to do is give me a little apology.”

Her arms felt like jelly, it felt like someone was pushing needles through her shoulders, and her back had gone numb. The only things she could really move anymore were her head and legs, but even her legs weren't working right. Zoey was terrified, knowing this meant a potentially long trip to the hospital later, but for now she still had Spider to worry about. The woman had started twisting and bending Satoshi's slim arms and rubbing her boot into the newbie's back, getting much more agonised screams out of the helpless rich girl.

Eventually the pain stopped, much to Zoey's relief, her hands came back down onto the mat by her sides and the screaming ceased, being replaced by heavy panting and soft moaning. Despite what the audience would have liked to see, she knew there wasn't any coming back from this, she could barely move and Kikuchi seemed to be quite coordinated despite the numerous kicks and hits she had landed on the woman's head up to now. All that was left was to wait for the pin, if one ever came. If not, she'd be forced to take the more embarrassing way out and tap.

Spider grabbed her ponytail and a section of her soft red hair and Zoey sighed, realising things weren't quite done for her yet. She pushed herself up onto her shivering jelly-like elbows as Kikuchi started pulling, relieving some of the pain caused by the tension. The position had unfortunately presented her face fully to the audience and camera crews, and left her with no way to hide the fact she was in tears, this wasnt a match she would want to go back and watch any time soon.

Her opponent leaned in close to her ear and began to whisper, though Zoey was in too much pain to tell if her words were sincere or taunting. She shook her head as much as Spider's hands would let her, and managed to somehow turn even more red at the feeling of the woman's tongue next to her ear. "I-I'm sorry" she replied, quietly and gently.

Spider always loved being so close to her victims, getting near enough that she could feel every little happening in their bodies. It told a story, one that was clearer than anything she could get from mere words or watching. She could feel the shivers in Zoey’s body, the shortness of breath, the quickening of her heart. It was the sort of thing she wished she had the time to savor. Matches were so brief and fleeting.

It took a little longer than she would’ve like, but, finally, her opponent caved and gave her the words she was craving. After all the pain she’d put Spider through, hearing her apology was nice...but not quite enough. It could’ve better, and she felt that the proper motivation was needed to really make it shine.

So, with that in mind, Spider snaked her arm around Zoey’s head from the side, pulling it into an inverted facelock and wrenching it back. At the same time, she planted her feet on the floor, giving her extra leverage as she leaned back, forcing her opponent into a tight dragon clutch.

”Louder!” She laughed, squeezing down with renewed force. ”Say it louder”!

Zoey could feel Spider's breath against her ear as the woman leaned in against her, getting uncomfortably close to the young newbie. Her body started to twitch and tremble with Kikuchi's hands tugging on her soft hair, causing her eyes to water a little more each time. It was about this time that Zoey realised Kikuchi was actually enjoying this, like some sort of sadist, and not faking it for the sake of entertainment. That just made things more uncomfortable for the teen, and her cheeks flushed deep red.

Things seemed to only get worse from there, with Spider's arm wrapping over her face and blocking her mouth. Her flexible body helped her out a little with what came next, but her spine was already aching and the dragon clutch simply built on top of that, and she couldnt help but make a muffled squeal into the Spider's arm. She wanted so desperately to tap, even Zoey could see that there wasn't any coming back at this point, but for some reason she just wouldn't, a very silly and potentially dangerous decision given the circumstances.

If there was any question on whether Spider was enjoying this or not, it would be quickly shot down with what came next. The moan was a dead giveaway, as was the lick on her lips as she wrenched Zoey even further back. She had to admit, the youngling had decent flexibility, could stretch well. But it wouldn’t matter, in the end. Everyone had their breaking point, and Spider Kikuchi was an expert at finding them.

”Now, now,” Spider dug in her hard, really putting the squeeze on Zoey’s head. ”It’s not polite to talk with your mouthful.”

As delicious as it was, Spider wrenched the hold for a moment longer before unexpectedly letting go. Zoey wasn’t tapping, which meant there was still work to be done, and so many ways to do it. Spider was in the mood to explore.

With a quick flip of her hair, the former Angel stood up and stepped away from her fallen foe. She started to walk around Zoey like a shark swimming around its prey. Slow. Casual. Calm. Her gaze never moving away from the redhead, not for a second. ”Get up.”

Zoey's big blue eyes were as wide as they could go with Spider squeezing and bending her body. Each slight tug from the woman's arm shot like lightning through the teen's spine. Her eyes settled on someone behind her in the audience, looking at the fan with a terrified gaze. It was hard to tell if the girl she was looking at was here to see Spider win, or Zoey, and she didn't get much time to think any more about it.

Her muffled moans and groans turned into a loud, girly squeal as Spider's arm tightened suddenly around her head, pushing her neck and spine dangerously far for a few moments. The newcomer was raising her hand to tap out when suddenly Kikuchi released her for seemingly no reason. She fell forwards onto her chest, panting hard for precious oxygen, her cheeks having turned purple after struggling to breathe through her opponent's smothering arm.

Hearing Spider demand she stand up made her groan. That could only mean she had other terrible things to do to the helpless rich girl. She did as she was told, however, thinking that perhaps Spider will give her a less humiliating defeat than screaming and tapping in submission. Any normal person would think her an idiot for such thoughts, but Zoey's head was spinning and she wasn't used to fighting such evil opponents.

Oh, Zoey’s squeal was perfect. Just the right tenor, the right tenor, the right level to be absolutely pleasurable while not being annoying. Spider made a mental note to check the YouTube footage of this match after everything was done. Hopefully, one of the cameras would be close enough to record the scream. She wanted it to be the new ringtone on her phone.

She stepped away as Zoey started to stand up, giving her some space as she struggled. It was fascinating, yet pathetic. Like watching a fly with its wings cut, desperately trying to get up with things it no longer had.

She let her get up. A little more. Just a little more.

Then she struck.

Spider swung her arm hard in what was technically a slap - an open-handed shot from her palm. But she threw it hard, with enough force to knock Zoey back to the ground.

Zoey had just barely gotten to her feet when Spider's hand smacked her straight in the face, the force of it sending her staggering backwards and then down onto her butt, arms hooked over the middle ropes. There was an intense stinging feeling for a moment that made one hand shoot up and press against the cheek instinctively. She sat there helpless and trembling, just waiting for Kikuchi to finish her off and stop the pain.

She looked up at Spider with terror and shock, watching the woman's delighted reaction to the pain she was inflicting on Zoey. Her opponent's behaviour scared her quite a bit, making her fearful of how far she might go to hear Zoey's cries and screams, she was already terrified at the prospect of permanent spine damage (as unfounded as these fears were) after the backbreaker and neckbreaker she had suffered through.

With Spider staring down at her gleefully, Zoey tried using the ropes to get back on her feet. She just wanted to be done with it, but tapping after something as simple as a slap would look very bad, despite the damage done to her earlier in the match. If she got back to her feet, she intended to walk towards Spider as best she could, though Zoey had no plan for what to do when she got there.